I'm not a major Bridget Jones fan, but the first movie is the one (and only) film I will put on without fail if I've had a particularly crappy day and I'm home alone and it's raining. And I happen to have a bottle of wine at the ready. Note that I'm generally not a "chick flick" person. The whole thing above just screams bad writing (or worse writing, when you factor in the turd that was the 2nd novel).